The Golden Crossing

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The air in the National Botanical Institute’s sub-basement archives tasted of dust and cold ozone, a sterile scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for twelve years. At thirty-two, he was a senior archivist, a man who had built his identity on the precise, unyielding categorization of dead things, believing that if he could label and preserve every specimen, he could hold back the tide of his own...

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